pens plotting perfect plans pictures pouring with words poetry hitting every nerve bending corners swaying every curve listen to the bump in my trunk and the sound of these tires skeet and skirt still gotta boost mobile chirp stuff the drugs in her skirt ditch the red and blues bleep blurp zoom stay on the move no chasing goose just ducking every reason to pull up and shoot fuck what else I gotta doo before I end up setting loose losing all I got except these random thoughts that throw me off like oops I just set one off showing my glock and forgot to drop the one that stays hot accidentally pop one into the wall missing some kids and they mom